#lord.thirsts

He knows this with absolute confidence, surely you must think the same. Else, you wouldn’t have accepted his direct, short confession that one fateful evening. With that being mentioned, there is no room for arguments regarding the near future. He just loves you so, so much ─ why wouldn’t he take every chance he has to breed the beautiful you?  

It’s just an instinct ingrained in him. It’s natural, a wolf’s hunger. The desire to claim, the desire to ravish his pretty little mate. Razor can’t calm down these strong feelings of his, not when your warm walls are wrapped impossibly tight around his dick, refusing to let go until your insides are filled to the brim, overflowing with cum. Even then, he’d still fuck more all the way up into your womb to ensure the possibility of pregnancy. 

Imagining you giving life to his children, liters of them, running around the forests of Wolvendome all happily.

It’s everything he could ever wanted.

You’re below him, trying to moan out for him to pull out because protection is apparently poison to him, trying to reason that you simply are not ready to settle down just yet, but none reach his ears. Your whines only drives him to venture for more, shifting your hips slightly to breach deeper spots ─ forcing short gasps out of your mouth, eyes rolling into the back of your head.